A Purse by any other name would still be a purse. . .

Mom's purse has become an issue.

It's similar to the one above.
It looks just fine
but it's a monster when you want 

to find things.

Until the onset of dementia Mom purchased a new purse almost every season.

That has changed now.

She's had the purse she's carrying a very long time.

I've suggested she buy a new one, but she's not the least bit interested in buying one.  I would be happy to buy one for her but I KNOW she wouldn't carry it, especially since it's become sort of a "power struggle" between us.  

Today we were in a store and Mom was buying candy bars.  The line was long and people were becoming inpatient as she dug through all the pockets of her purse (each one having a separate zipper) to find her money.  I've had a purse with lots of pockets before and it taught me to never, EVER, buy that type of purse again.  I understand  her dilemma. We've discussed the purse "issue" several times, but she refuses to budge.

Today, as we got back into the car to leave the store, I said,  "Mom", that purse is sucky (sorry, but that was my word), you need to get a purse without all those pockets".  (Yes, I was a little snippy, but not rude.)

"I do NOT", she replied, shooting me an angry look.
"It looks a lot better than that thing you carry!".

Touche'!
Mom still has her spunky side.
I. LOVE. IT.
And I love my Mom.